“I have been… instructed… to oversee your thorough… education… on the history of your… predecessors.” Onstald paused here, coughing from all the dust, and it turned into such a dreadful fit that for a moment Morrigan was afraid she might have to report to the Scholar Mistress that her teacher had died ten minutes into their first lesson. Eventually, however, he got his lungs under control and continued. “So that you have a full and… unflinching grasp… of the dangers and… disasters… Wundersmiths present to… us all.”
